"When I tear open the sky's dusk and dawn for half a mile, the three-foot blue light spins and cleanses the smoke and dust~"
Ren Suo mumbled, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously reached for his phone with his right hand, only jolting slightly more awake when he felt a sting in his palm.
He picked up his phone, checked the caller ID, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, and answered, "Hello? Why are you calling now?"
Li Qingxuan, on the other end, said, "Aren't you awake yet? It's almost noon. Weren't you injured?"
"Well, men do tend to stay up late thirty-some days a month... How did you know I was injured?" Ren Suo asked, surprised.
"We're in the same department, aren't we?" Li Qingxuan laughed. "You're in Tactical Team Three, and I'm in Tactical Team Six!"
